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Salvatore Giuliano (1922–50) was Sicily’s most dashing anti-establishment hero –
            and villain. Known to his comrades as Turiddu, he embodied the hopes and
            frustrations of the Sicilian people more than any other individual in recent history.
            Part of his charm lay in his long defiance of the government. Starting out as a petty
            criminal and black-marketeer, he was a hunted man after his murder of a Carabiniere

            who had challenged him as he transported stolen grain in 1943. Gathering a band of
            followers in the mountains around his home in Montelepre, he was pursued by
            platoons of hand-picked soldiers who combed the maquis for him. As his legend
            grew, so did his charisma, enhanced by such madcap gestures as writing to President
            Truman and offering the annexation of Sicily to the United States, in a last-ditch
            attempt to sever the island from the Italian State.

              Giuliano’s separatist ambitions led him into some disreputable alliances, and his

            fall from grace occurred when he was shown to be behind the massacre of villagers
            at Portella della Ginestra in 1947. Just three years later, he was betrayed and killed,
            his body found in a courtyard in Castelvetrano, in the south. No one knows exactly
            what happened or who was responsible for his death, though his deputy, Gaspare
            Pisciotta, chose to confess to the crime. Many doubt that he was the one who pulled
            the trigger, and Pisciotta himself was on the verge of making revelations at his trial
            that would have implicated high-ranking Italian politicians, when he too was

            assassinated in his cell at Ucciardone prison.

              Whatever the truth, there’s a pungently Sicilian flavour to the affair, full of
            corruption, betrayal and counter-betrayal, and Giuliano’s legend has since grown to
            Robin Hood dimensions, nowhere more so than in his home territory around the
            small town of Montelepre, where he was born. As his biographer Gavin Maxwell
            was told: “They should change the name of that village, really – anything else but

            Montelepre would do. No one can look at it straight or think straight about it now –
            it just means Giuliano.” Giuliano hid out in the hills and caves around the village,
            slipping into town at night to see family and friends; if you’re genuinely interested,
            you may be able to persuade his nephew to show you around the house in which he
            lived, to see various personal effects. His nephew also runs the Castello di
            Giuliano, Via Pietro Merra 1, at the top of Montelepere on the road in from Carini (

               091 894 1006,   castellodigiuliano.it; €70), an eccentric hotel and restaurant built
            to look like a castle, with more Giuliano memorabilia on display and faux-rustic
            rooms; the baronial restaurant serves pasta, meat and fish grills and pizzas in the
            evening (full meal €20).


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